Harold watched all the buildings as they passed. He can still feel her warm, small, but muscular body against his. He wanted to forget that feeling, to forget her smell, but on the other hand he wanted to feel it again. He wanted to touch her from the first time they met. He glanced at her hand which rested on the gearshift shaft. How can a hand like that operate so many guns, from where came this power and strength in that such small, delicate hands? He turned his head to her and looked at her face which was highlighted only by the passing cars. She was as if made from stone. Old Shaw is back, he thought.
"What?" She asked and turned to him. There weren't any tears in his eyes, but she knew that something still bothered him, he was still sad.
"Nothing," Harold shook his head slightly.
"I just wanted to ask if you, I invite you once for a tea but today maybe we could go for something stronger than just tea? I know a good restaurant near there here."
She shrugged.
"Do they have something other than expensive wine, some strange-named meals or tea which will cost all my paycheck?"
She looked down at herself
"I don't know if I'm well dressed enough for your restaurant choices. Let me get you somewhere where no one is watching or listening to what are we are discussing."
Without waiting for his agreement she turned left and stopped after 200 meters. They got out.
Finch turned around confused, looking for the place Shaw was talking about.
"Miss Shaw I don't dispute your knowledge of the streets, but where are we? Where is this place? I don't see any banners which can guide us to whatever you are going."
She smirked, "I told you Finch. It's a place where no one will be interested in what we are doing, so it has to be hidden well." She smiled to him and for the third time this day she took his hand.
He didn't react to that, didn't take his hand back. Harold really liked that feeling of soft but strong hand in his, he could hold it like that forever.
She knocked on a steel door in some kind of 'code' but he couldn't figure out what 'code' it was, but it decisively wasn't the Morse alphabet. They wait a while then in the front door appeared guy bigger than Reese.
"Oh Shaw!" He hugged her and that caused their hands to part but only for a moment because when 'big guy' left Shaw she quickly found Finch's hand to give him support. She tried to made him feel more comfortable in the darkness which surrounded them.
"You haven't been here for years Sam and who's this vocabulary man?"
Finch heard that about himself not for the first time. It was one of many aliases which Fusco give him, and that one truly wasn't his favorite.
"He is my... " Shaw looked at Finch then at their joined hands."He's my drinking comrade for today."
She released Harold's hand quickly after those words.
Harold didn't like what she said, he liked her hand close. Did she just change her mind? Maybe he should go back and let her stay in her own world and other drinking comrades.
"Oookay, you can go inside but Shaw, there is still the same old rule... No professors, no ties."
"I forget about that!" She turned back to Finch, came closer to him and started to loosening his dark tie.
"We need to throw it , Finch."
She stood so close that he could feel her breath around his neck. He shook when she started to touch the knot of his tie and loosen it. He almost moaned when she pull it slowly so that he could feel all its length moving behind his neck. He closed his eyes quickly when she was unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt.
"Calm down tiger." The big guy shouted to Finch when he noticed his reaction to Shaw's touch.
She was acting like she didn't hear that, and took Finch's hand in hers again. Then threw his tie in a rubbish bin. He opened his eyes wide.
"Miss Shaw! That was Lugi Borrelli! New Fall/Winter collection!"
"Oh c'mon Harry, you can buy another one. And taking in the fact that I already threw out your tie you should forget about all your employer-to-employee rules and call me Sam or Sameen if that would be better for you."
"Miss Shaw I..." he didn't finish as she pulled him behind steel doors. They went down through round steps. The place was dark, only small lights on tables gave some light to see where to go, to avoid breaking leg or just falling down.
There were lights on something else...
Harold stopped suddenly and pulled her back to him.
"What is this place?"
Walls were made from bricks, there were many shelves with many books, some really old, some new and some really rare, like first editions or something like that. He couldn't believe his looked like someone turned his library into a nightclub. Music was playing somewhere from speakers but not too loud, but enough to cover or mute conversations.
"What's wrong Harry? Aren't you impressed? Come, my table is here, free as always." She pointed at a small round table in the corner with only two chairs.
"My name is Harold, not Harry. Harry reminds me of Miss Groves and she is one of those people of which I don't know what to think at all."
"Okay, okay." She pushed him to the table. "What do you want? Beer – porter, pilsner? or maybe two at once. They have wine too but don't think it would be your favorite so I recommend beer."
"No,"he took one chair and pointed her to sit but first he took her coat, and hung it with his. "I will bring you what you want not you to me even if this place is your choice. So what do you want Sameen?"
"One, pilsner: for now" she smiled to him
Waiting for their beers, he looked at all books around them. So many titles in one place, the view amazed him. He turned back to see what she was doing. She was sitting the same way as he left her but she was looking at him really carefully. She wasn't looking at his face. He tracked the line of her eye. He raised his eyebrows when he noticed that she was admiring his ass, and for now she was looking at his abdomen and groin. He blushed and turned back to bar, beers were waiting for him. He already he paid for them and went back to table. She wasn't looking at his side, now she was looking at other shelves with books.
"So from 1-10?" he asked, giving her beer and taking a sit.
"What? What are you talking about?"
"When I was standing in front of the bar you were examining some parts of my body, or was that only my imagination? Maybe it was because of the lights?"
She took a sip of the beer.
"Yeah I was but I can't judge it before a proper check." Her leg touched his and slowly started to go up and down his calf.
He almost spat out his beer. "I beg you pardon?"
"Just kidding Finch" she stopped massaging his leg. "I don't even know if you are my type."she smiled.
